In the hopes of inspiring submissions, I've put together a few fragments of mine. Feel free to plagiarize borrow these.
On the fence in each other's arms, we exhaled small frozen clouds, experiencing the white hush of the snow-covered ground. I tightened my arm around her shoulder and tilted my chin for a perfect kiss, the world disappearing in that eternal moment.
My car nosed its way through the flurries, the wheels skidding on the hairpin turns. How ironic for the holiday trip home to be so wrought with danger.
The doorbell rang. I rushed downstairs, knowing Mom would be panicking in the kitchen.
"Merry Christmas," the family of four standing outside the door said in unison.
I recognized my Aunt Hazel and Uncle Griffin in spite of their matching Christmas bells sweaters, but my cousins, Charlotte and Knox, had a few years' growth since our last meeting. My smile remained plastered on my face as we all hugged and I ushered them to our living room. Mom and Dad came from different directions to continue the hugs and greetings. As the adults caught up on their gossip, I took Charlotte and Knox upstairs.
Needing to say something appropriate in my position as hostess, I opted for the obvious. "So, you all have matching sweaters."
Charlotte, about my age, grimaced and said, "Yes."
Knox, a few years younger, glared at me. "I doubt the orange outfit for prisoners attracts more attention than these."
"Now, you two," I said. "Holidays are for mothers. You're making her happy to make up for all the problems she's had to correct for you throughout the year."
